Friday, March 07, 2014
I rode my bike a few times this week, so my body can handle aerobic exercise. The thing is, I really need to get back into the pool. I took that lesson a week ago, and every day I delay makes it more difficult to replicate what Coach Kathy taught me.
I have a bit of an ear ache. I will not go back into Pool 1. It's going to be difficult to schedule a workout this weekend. We have lots of yardwork planned this weekend. I need to prepare pretzel dough for Sunday. (The kids at church will be making pretzels. It's a Lenten tradition.) We lose an hour of sleep Saturday night. And because of the weather, I've suggested the Hubs and I drive out to Palouse Falls State Park after church so he can take pictures. Our mountains got tons of snow last weekend, then it rained a few days later, and it's warm. Lots of melting snow = amazing waterfalls down river. And here is a picture of Palouse Falls: www.flickr.com/photos/lindarb21/6274
293160/ This is NOT my picture. Palouse Falls is 196' tall. And amazing!
The drive with the Hubs is important because we don't get enough one-on-one time anymore with our separate commutes. When you're stuck in a car for a 90-minute drive, you talk. I'm looking forward to that. It may not improve my cardiovascular health, but it will be good for my heart.
On Saturday, we're going to try to move a bunch of sprinkler heads (first priority, because the irrigation water is turned on April 1st) and hopefully dig a trench along the west side of our property. We have some bamboo that will start to run in the next few years, and it can grow a foot a day at the height of its growth season. That's not fair to our neighbors, and we also don't want it taking over our yard. We're also putting the trench in the front yard to block the runners from the same neighbors' aspen tree. Fences may make good neighbors, but there's something to be said for a buried barrier.
So tonight I will get home and try to get some housework done so that it doesn't get away from me this weekend. Digging up the sprinkler heads is pretty easy, so I can do that without husband input. I may let him got pick up the trencher by himself while I run to the gym for a swim.
I still haven't gone for a walk at lunch.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
I went to work yesterday. I went home within an hour. I was just weary and head-achy. There was nothing that required immediate attention, so I saw no reason to "tough it out." I ended up sleeping through most of the day, much to the delight of the Empress Dowager (Spike, our 10-year old cat).
I'm still keeping my diet simple, and I have to eat very slowly. I'm still on my first (and probably only) cup of coffee. I had a cup of coffee Sunday morning, and it was too much for my still-tender belly. The headache may be related to caffeine withdrawal.
I'm thirsty, but I can't guzzle. I have to sip slowly. I'll never catch up. To make it worse, my blood pressure is high enough that I should take a diuretic to bring it down; that may make me thirstier. (On the plus side, my body fat percentage went down overnight, so I'm at least a little better hydrated than I was yesterday.)
I made two pancakes, but I don't think I can the second one. Sunday, I ingested about 500 calories. Yesterday I made it to 1400. I can't keep this up, but at least I'm not doing anything to tax my body. I'd intended to ride my bike home today, but even I'm not so stubborn as to risk that.
I figure I'll start with something simple, like a walk at lunch. It's already warmer outside than it was all day yesterday (it's a little after 7 a.m. as I write this). The forecast for later in the week includes a high temp of 60F. Maybe that will be a good time to start riding again.
Sunday, March 02, 2014
The puking is over. I'm eating my second meal since Friday evening. This coffee tastes wonderful, but I'm having to sip it slowly. I want to chug it, but my belly can't handle a lot of fluid all at once.
My guess is that this all started in the pool. I got water up my nose, which I ended up swallowing. I have a new-found appreciation for the club's request that people shower before getting into the pool. We were in Pool 1, which is the family-oriented pool. It's shallower and warmer. Kids aren't allowed in Pool 2 except during swim team lessons. Pool 1 is also the pool used by the mentally & physically challenged folks. All told, Pool 1 gets lots more traffic, which increases the chances of some nasty poop-related bug being in the water. Add in the higher water temp and Kim spends her weekend puking.
As if the pain of getting chlorinated water in my sinuses wasn't enough motivation, I really need to work on blowing air out of my nose as soon as I feel water coming in. I really hate puking. My mom just finished a course of chemo therapy, so she's done plenty of puking. And I've know people who got dysentery. Weeks of puking and painful diarrhea? Taking chemo even though you know it means you're going to be puking like crazy? This reaffirms how lucky I am to have my health.
We're planning to go to church this morning. I'll probably skip the treats at coffee hour, though. I'm hungry, but I can only eat a little at a time. I'm tired, too. I slept most of yesterday, and I got about ten hours of sleep last night. There are a lot of things I need to do today, but I am not going to wear myself out.
I ordered some swim fins. I was stunned what a difference they made. Kathy (the swim coach) recommended I get a pair because they make it easier to keep good form while you're learning. They should be here in a few days. It may be a few more days before I'm willing to get back into the pool. The smell of chlorine makes me a little nauseous right now.
Friday, February 28, 2014
First thing: no nose plugs. I could see the benefit immediately. It's easier to get your breathing down if you can exhale through your nose. The down side: Wow, it's weird when you're not used to it. Kathy, the swim coach, pointed out that I stopped "sniffing" about half way through the lesson. But man, did my sinuses hurt afterwards. They're really clean now, though.
Kathy was very complimentary. She said it's clear that I can swim: what I couldn't do it breathe. I'm glad to hear that. What it tells me is that if I keep working on this one, basic thing, I'm good to go. Kathy said that once I get comfortable with the breathing and that part of it becomes automatic, I'm going to get very good very fast. She said my form looks pretty good for someone who's never taken a swim lesson.
Kathy told me she doesn't think I need to buy a package of lessons. (I can pay for them one at a time, or I can buy a package of 6, 12, or 18 and save some money.) She recommended I get back in touch with her if I need more assistance, but she thinks I can get the basics down on my own.
She also said I'm "a natural athlete." No one has ever told me that before. I don't care if it was just good customer service, I'm keeping that close to my heart. I'm going to believe her. I am a natural athlete!
Okay, enough with the love fest: I ended feeling a little nauseous because of the amount of water I swallowed via my nose. And I felt really hungry, despite the fact I didn't work that hard. I stopped at Taco Bell (my one fast-food indulgence) and bought a fresco bean burrito with guacamole. 400 calories, and worth every one of those calories. And I'm proud of myself for only buying one. My head hurts a little bit from the chlorine in the water that made its way through my sinuses.
I'm not sure when I'll be able to get in the pool next. I'm looking forward to it!
Monday, February 24, 2014
I made the switch to Vibram Five Fingers shoes a little over year ago. One the most frequent questions I get is, "Aren't your feet cold?" The answer is often, "Yes, but it doesn't bother me anymore." A few people have rejected the idea of the shoes outright because of the cold. The people I know better, whom I know are willing to listen to me talk about why the cold doesn't bother me anymore, get the rest of the story.
I do not like cold feet. I have CPT - Congenital Popsicle Toes. I was born with cold feet. In the winter, the heat vents in my car are almost always pointed at my feet. I can live with cold air on the rest of my body, but my feet want warmth.
The VFF can be worn with socks, and when it's below 40°F, I'll wear the socks. Because water goes right through the shoes, I don't wear them when the ground is wet. (The socks are not enough to keep my toes warm when the shoes get wet.)
The bigger deal is that I came to a place of comfort with the cold. I don't enjoy it, but I learned it won't harm me in most circumstances. In most cases, it is merely uncomfortable. Discomfort is not pain. I am not so frail that mere discomfort will keep me in the house, away from the elements.
There are limits to this, but in most cases, I just get out there and do my workout. Today, I ran while it was windy and hailing. Yes, my hands were cold. My face was pretty cold, too. But I was in no danger of frostbite, and I was only outside for about a half-hour.
If the cold causes me pain, it is no longer a mere discomfort. When it is extremely cold, I stay within several blocks of the house or my office so that I can get back to warmth and safety quickly. I'm not nuts. I frequently find that while I am quite cold, it doesn't bother me.
I know this doesn't work for everyone. I do not have a neurological condition that makes working out in the cold impossible or even unwise. I am careful to keep parts that need to stay warm warm: I wear compression shorts if I'm running in cold weather, and I always have some sort of wind barrier on while riding in cold weather. I know how dangerous hypothermia is, and I have no intention of risking getting it. But for me, it works.
Now if I could convince my hot-house-flower of a husband that cold won't kill him...
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